You bring me dying presents

When I let you in

And itís sweet

Born to kill

And eat alive

Itís heart warming

You sharpen your weapons

Always ready for the fight

Canít I be you for just a day

And feel what itís like

To put my trust in me

How is it for you?

My love

You canít talk

But tell me all your secrets












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